It has been 7 year's since Percy died and I still cant handle myself. I live alone now after my ex-husband had been found cheating on me.

We got divorced and he moved to England. I don't know what he is doing now but I dont care.

I was walking threw the park one day when I saw a man like Percy. I rushed over to him.

"Hello? Is that you Percy?", I say as tears escape my eyes.

"Yes. I know its been long but my body had never been buried or burnt. Every now and then they would see brain waves on the scan when I was in the coma. Last week I woke up and I had to stay in for observation. They let me out yeaterday but said I should only come visit people today.", he said.

I had tears flooding my face now. He did too. He engulfed me in a hug and i cried on his shoulder. I kissed him and we sat near a tree. I made sure he was real.

Later that day we went to Sally's, Percy's mom, house. She was overjoyed and she made blue cookies.

That night we went to my place and I told Percy everything that happened when he was in the coma. He cried ad promised me that he would never leave me again. Then we talked and fell asleep in each others arms.

All this time I had thought he died. I had gone on with life while he had no one to visit him while he was in a coma. I lay on the couch, snuggled up again him, thinking I miss him even more now even though he lay next to me or is it still my imagination...